I think it’s safe to say that I’ve seen just about every road sign known to the American driver. We navigated through prairies, bad lands, high deserts, forests, mountains, and coastlines. We endured miles of road construction and divided highways. We were warned of falling rocks, steep grades, curves, high winds and animals. We frequented scenic vistas, rest areas, gas stations and lived in motels. After ten days, five states, 3,500 miles, and 55 hours on the road about the only sign I really cared to see was the one that welcomed us back home (my oldest actually gave our house a hug – there’s a good sign). There really is no place like home. It’s good to be back.